Packing is poooooooop.

Gah! I hate packing. So so so much. I hate leaving. My heart hurts every time. No matter how long I've been there. Where ever it is, the beach, America, a basketball tournament, anywhere! Leaving means it's over for good. I love being in the moment, here, now. But too often I worry about later and what not. I over think things, and then when I sit down to write nothing comes out. I think about situations so much and life happens and it turns out to be nothing you ever expected. But now I am packing up my life. Well physical life belongings. And tomorrow my room will be as if I were never even here... Scary though eh?

Later! Gots to go finish packing. Pannah